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Post by Gair Dwyer on Aug 30, 2008 7:55:08 GMT -5
{ About The MEMBER }
NAME: Penny
AGE: 15
TIME ZONE: Australian Eastern
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: Yeah, pretty well often you guys. 
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: I think it was Nicola? Yeah.
WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: PM works.
OTHER CHARACTER(S): I'd really rather not...do I have to? No? YAY!
{ About The CHARACTER }
 x  Gairden Avery Dwyer"Gair"
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: Seventh
AGE: Seventeen
DOB: July 7th
RACE: Caucasian (Irish)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Eleven and a quarter inches, made of stout ash with a Piast scale core. A Piast is the Irish equivalent of a lake monster. The wand is rather inflexible, but good for defensive charms and levitating spells.
BROOM: An Irish-made broom dubbed the Stormhammer.
PET: A resilient grey owl named Eamon.
APPEARANCE:
Gairden's looks are the kind that generally make girls feel the need to take a second glance. Or a third, for that matter. Whilst he doesn't resemble some classically good-looking Greek God, or Adonis, he's certainly possessed of handsome features and, suffice to say, he knows it. Though Hogwarts has, in its time, accumulated a large number of tall students, Gair holds his own well enough, standing at an impressive 6'3". Not many others can top his height, so Gair attributes it to his being Irish. Not surprisingly, he did go through an awkward stage when he was young, when a series of successive growth spurts made his body a little bit too scrawny for his height, but realizing that he looked like a giraffe during the summer holidays before his fifth year, the boy quickly decided to do something about it, taking up long distance running and Quidditch simultaneously.
He's a fair Quidditch player, prefering to play Chaser because he's neither stocky enough to be a Beater nor solid enough to be a Keeper, and he's definitely fast enough for the role. Still, it was cross country running that he really displayed an aptitude for, developing almost amazing endurance and a good amount of muscle shortly before he was due back for school. Needless to say, some people were surprised by his new appearance when he returned. He's maintained his level of fitness, because having a near boundless supply of energy is useful for physical activity. As running mainly involves one's legs, he's perhaps most toned there and over his torso, but Quidditch has given him rather impressive arms, too. His height prevents him from looking too solid around the body, so instead he exudes a leanly muscled and graceful feeling of physical strength.
He's got a slight, almost golden seeming tan about him, most likely born of his time spent with his athletic preoccupations. His arms and hands are suited especially for guitar playing, which is...incidentally, what he does. If one cares to look past his long-legged and broad shouldered stature, though, they would notice that his facial structure is rugged and symmetrical, with average-shaped ears and a jaw that is, whilst not entirely square, quite masculine nonetheless. His hair is a dark, but sandy seeming brown and, most of the time messy. Sometimes in the heat of summer, or when strong sunlight is shining directly on it, his hair appears to be shot through with lighter brown (or even gold), making for a nice effect. His hair's not excessively long at all, cut to a manageable length that just barely brushes his forehead. He's got a straight, almost aristocratic nose and his forehead isn't really very high.
Under a pair of dark eyebrows rests a pair of eyes that are a riveting and seriously bright blue in colour- in fact, they are probably the most intense of his features...also, arguably, his most attractive. They're definitely the most noticeable, though, and always, without fail, carry a twinkle of mischief in them. He can effectively use them to manipulate people- not with any sort of weird mumbo jumbo, or anything, but through the years he's mastered a way of changing the sort of expression his eyes carry. Most effective is a sort of smoldering look which he effects when he's trying to be persuasive, but when he's seriously angry they go hard and cold and gain an unrelenting, almost flinty quality to them. Generally, though, they've just got that 'I have a secret' look to them. He inherited them from his mother, which was odd since most of his physical features are mirror images of those of his father.
His mouth is always curved up in a half-smile, half-smirk that practically screams out loud that he's up to no good and gives him a confident, almost arrogant look about him, which is only exacerbated by the upright and self-assured way in which he walks. It's not exactly his fault, though- well, at least the walking part, anyway. Years of being reminded by his mother to stand up straight have made him pretty much just do it naturally. The mouth thing, however, is his fault, and he has no desire to change it. His speaking voice is low and even alluring, and he has an Irish accent that is, whilst not overly strong, still easily discernible should one be on the lookout for it. Overall, Gair's a pretty attractive specimen, which, as mentioned earlier, he definitely knows.
FACE CLAIM: Mathias Lauridsen
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Where Gairden Dwyer is concerned, there ain't no mountain high enough. To keep him from climbing it and/or jumping off it, of course. Since he could even walk, the lad's been pushing the boundaries, putting himself in danger and just generally having fun. Suffice to say, he's just a little bit of a daredevil. It's partly because he has a desire to prove himself to everyone (and stick it to his brothers, especially) but mostly because, well, it's good fun and obviously, there's nothing the boy likes more than having a bit of good-natured merriment. Frankly, for Gair, there's no day but today- he has to enjoy life while he's young, live for the moment, and make memories, both for himself and other people. So what if it involves jumping of a few Hogwarts turrets to test his aerodynamic wind resistance every now and then? He'll do it without hesitation. He'll do most things without hesitation, most people who know him have found.
The boy loves to laugh. One of his greatest passions in life is...well, enjoying it, basically. He adores it when other people laugh, too, and he'll often say something completely random just to get such a reaction from someone, even if it is at his own expense. He's almost always seen with a smile on his face, and he radiates a sunny disposition which makes more than a few people gravitate towards him, if only to see the way that laughter lights his eyes up. Some people envy this almost orbital pull that he has on other people, but Gair's never noticed it all that much. He's frightfully energetic and most people try to keep him away from coffee for fear that he'll start bouncing off walls. Though he tries not to let it show, he's a rather sweet guy at heart and if someone is feeling a little under the weather he'll try his best to make them feel better. One could call him 'adorable', almost, if he didn't hate the word and if he didn't act like an ass sometimes.
Hey, nobody's perfect, right? Gairden comes across as a tad bit arrogant because of his almost overwhelming sense of confidence and independence. It doesn't really help that he's as stubborn as a crabby Swedish Short Snout. It's not that he can't accept that he's wrong- he certainly can do that, because you'd have to be a fool not to sometimes. It's more the fact that when he sets his mind to doing something, nothing and nobody can dissuade him. A bit unfortunate, of course, this bull headed behaviour, but he's lived with it for seventeen years now and is hardly likely to shake the habit any time soon. Now, although Gair likes making jokes and having a good time, he does know his limits and where to stop. After all, he figures that if he doesn't want someone to do something to him, the chances are that people wouldn't want him to do the same thing to them, and he uses this as a sort of guide for his mischief-making.
He's pretty clever, but not in that Ravenclaw book-smart way. Actually, he'd probably do alright in his classes if he stopped to give a damn and apply himself. As it were, though, he has other things to be more concerned about, so academics kind of take a back seat. That's not to say he's completely opposed to class (because most teachers adore him), but when there are better things to do, why bother? His brothers were the ones who had family pressure to be overachievers. As the third cab off the rank, he can pretty much do what he wants. It helps being the favourite son, definitely. He's not a complete slacker- as a matter of fact, if he actually wants to achieve something, he'll probably work hard enough to get it, as conscientious ideologies were drilled into him when he was a little boy. As a result of his being so keen to live each day as his last, he's quicker to rile than most.
Usually when he's just annoyed, he can keep a lid on himself, but if it gets to the point that he actually becomes furious, he all but loses it. Not in the conventional yelling and punching way (though it's been known to happen), but rather in the coldly displeased manner that is often so much more effective. For the most part he's simply your average, charming seventh year. Yes, charming. A guy can't cause people to gravitate towards him without some charm, after all, and Gair has it in spades. It makes flirting easy, for one thing, but it also makes everyone believe that he's perhaps the most trustworthy person to talk to in the world apart from themselves. Which he probably is. After all, if Gair makes a promise, he will stay true to his word, whatever it is that he's promised. Nobody has asked him for the moon yet, but if they did he might even give it a try just to see if it was possible. Well, perhaps he's a little bit crazy, but someone can't be mischievous, charming and energetic without developing a few quirks.
Despite the fact that he's reckless and absolutely carefree, Gairden Dwyer is quite the gentleman. Who said chivalry is dead? He's the kind to lay cloaks over puddles for ladies (though he may laugh whilst doing so), open doors and draw out chairs. It's just what he's been brought up to do, and he's rather proud of his polite manners- actually, he's generally just a proud sort of guy. It goes without saying that his magnetic and playful nature make him a fairly all-round popular guy, and it'd be a lie to state that he doesn't like having friends. It's kind of odd, actually- he doesn't care enough about what people think about him to bother worrying about people hating him, but he definitely enjoys each and every one of his friendships immensely. Certainly, it's easy enough for him to build friendships- he's possessed of a way of speaking very energetically and fluidly that makes people want to listen to him, and his conversation is generally witty and jovial.
BOGGART: A malnourished child, because of the waste of life that it represents.
PATRONUS: Gair's patronus is a Lion, as it is the animal that appears on his family's coat of arms.
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: Gair wants to become a curse-breaker for either Gringotts or the Ministry of Magic- preferably Gringotts, as he wants to travel the world. Also, he really, desperately wants the opportunity to do all of the bizarre and amazing things he's heard of the crazy Muggles doing, such as sky-diving, bungee jumping and even, if he ever gets the time for it, climbing Mount Everest. He'd also love to be able to keep up his hobby of playing guitar, as he's actually sort of getting good at it now.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Nothing much, except a penchant for being able to survive great falls, and the ability to play guitar and sing fairly well.
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: Belfast, Ireland
MY FAMILY:
Gareth Dwyer [Father]
Ariana Dwyer (nee. Callaghan) [Mother]
Cian Dwyer [Brother] (21)
Hoyt Dwyer [Brother] (19)
Colman Callaghan [Uncle]
Svetlana Callaghan (nee. Petrovich) [Aunt]
Mikhail Callaghan [Cousin] (22)
WHATS IN THE PAST:
It was in the summer before their first year at the Irish Academy of Magic that Gareth and Ariana first met, at a friendly Pureblood party (no, seriously) that their parents had staged. At that age they didn't feel anything for each other except a general sort of amiable friendliness, but when they got to the Academy and actually began talking, they found that they didn't really like each other very much. For one thing, Gareth was simply too stubborn to take anyone's advice, especially not from a 'girl who had cooties' like Ariana. To exacerbate the problem, Ariana wasn't exactly an easygoing young lady either. Yes, they just about hated one another to start off with. It wasn't until fourth grade that either of them had mellowed enough to even become friends, and they didn't even choose to do so willingly.
It was as a result of fate that they got paired together for a long, excessively boring History of Magic essay about Goblin Wars and, after having tried to ignore each other for four of the five weeks that they'd been allocated to work on the assignment, they realized that the only way they'd be able to pass would be by talking. And talk they did. It soon became apparent that the people they were four years ago were very different to the ones they were now and they could almost sort of relate to one another. For the record, they received an Outstanding for their paired essay and from there their relationship just got better. It was almost a typical boy meets girl story, except it began about four years after they actually met.
They first became friends, and then in seventh year, boyfriend and girlfriend. A couple of years after graduating, they were too old for 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend', so they were lovers. Another year later, they were simply husband and wife. As cliche as it sounds, three years later they were parents to Cian Dwyer. Of course they were overjoyed to finally have a child, and they doted upon him absolutely. At the same time, though, he carried the expectations of two parents who were overachievers at school, and it looked as though, from the very earliest years, Cian wouldn't disappoint. When their firstborn was two, Ariana had another son, Hoyt. It seemed that he was to be the athletic one, as he was not only walking, but running early on.
When Gairden arrived, nobody was sure what he'd be able to do, really. Perhaps he'd be a genius and an athlete? But no, it wasn't to be that way. He didn't seem to be exceptionally good at anything, really. Watching his parents hide their disappointment as no particularly astonishing talents manifested while he was growing older was slightly amusing to the young boy, for some reason- perhaps even then he was seeking to thwart expectations. When it became clear to his parents that nothing astonishing was destined for Gair, they were actually able to see what a sunny young man he was becoming and thus, overnight, he became the favourite of the family. It was all very sudden, and thankfully Gareth and Ariana were subtle enough to treat the boys equally.
When Gair hit eleven years of age, he left for Hogwarts. Odd, yes, since both his brothers had headed to the Irish Academy of Magic, but Gair had heard stories about the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he had his heart set on it. His parents probably wouldn't have obliged if he hadn't been so enthusiastic about it, but all the same, they managed to squeeze him in a spot and he left for Hogsmeade on the scarlet train. Arriving at Hogwarts, his daring nature and flamboyant attitude quickly gained him friends and he settled into a fairly easy pace of life.
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RP EXAMPLE:
His mouth curled involuntarily into a smirk as Annie seemed to fight some kind of internal battle with herself, knowing indeed that he'd well and truly confounded her. Ben, contrary to popular belief, didn't enjoy making people look like fools, but the fact of the matter was that the Ravenclaw had been asking for it. He'd come into the compartment practically waving a white flag and she'd took it, jumped up and down on it, doused it with oil, hacked at it with scissors and set it on fire. Metaphorically, of course, though the thought of the girl jumping up and down like a maniac on a flag was admittedly funny. So funny, in fact, that he had to bite down, hard, on his lower lip to keep from chuckling at the image. A weak, "Hah!" did escape him, but after this he quickly assumed a solemn expression in case the Ravenclaw thought he'd been laughing at her.
After all, laughing at an impolite girl when she'd just been outsmarted was exactly what a 'real Slytherin' would do, even if she did sort of deserve it in some ways. When the Ravenclaw turned a glare on both him and Kayleigh, Benjamin had half a mind to open his mouth and argue with Annie on Kayleigh's behalf. After all, Annie could hate Ben all she wanted, but Kayleigh had only been trying to help. The injustice rankled with the Slytherin, which was a little bit contradictory given that the house he belonged to was hardly about justice. The smirk that Kayleigh shot him, though, made him smile back in response at her, thinking that it had to be the first time in the history of Hogwarts that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin were on even footing about something, even if they were technically ganging up on another person.
The dark haired Ravenclaw looked murderous, almost as though she wanted to pull out her wand and make him grow tentacles or other things in places that he probably wouldn't want them, and judging by the aptitude generally displayed by her peers, he didn't doubt her capabilities either. Almost unconsciously, his hand edged towards his shirt pocket, out of which was poking the end of his wand. Realizing that to someone who didn't know what he was thinking, though, it might look like he was feeling himself up, he quickly returned his arm to his side. She seemed furious that he was manipulating her words, but of course, she couldn't do anything about it considering she had said it, anyway. He almost enjoyed seeing her go all doe-eyed and fearful as she probably wondered whether Faulkner would take offence.
He was a little remorseful for bringing the Professor into all of it- after all, it seemed as though he had a sort of 'truce' with the man too now, which pleased him, but it had to be done. For the greater good, as Grindlewald had always claimed. Not that Benjamin wanted any affiliation with Grindlewald, though. The Slytherin thought he saw a brief sparkle in the corner of Annie's eyes- it was just a glimmer, the hint of a tear, but it terrified him nonetheless. It seemed that most Slytherin boys were a little bit phobic of crying girls- himself, Lan Dawkins and Alexander Thomas amongst them if he paused to think about it. Perhaps more were horrified of crying girls but refused to admit it? He didn't know, but then again, he wasn't exactly inclined to admitting it either so it seemed logical. 'Don't you dare cry', he thought grimly, fixing the Ravenclaw with a stare that was possibly disturbing.
Looking over at Kayleigh and, judging by her expression, Ben deduced that his fears were right and that the Gryffindor's woman's intuition was allowing her to see something he could only guess at- impending tears. When Annie stood, squeaked something about having to leave, and made for the door, the Slytherin actually stood up, subconsciously reaching out as though to stop her, but then he forced himself to remain motionless. After all, if she left the compartment and then started crying he wouldn't be able to see it and it wouldn't bother him, right? Both grateful and regretful when Kayleigh stopped Annie, Ben shot her a rueful smile that was a little ill-looking, he supposed. "Yeah, please stay," he added mildly to the Ravenclaw, determined to behave. That was, of course, until Kayleigh mouthed something to him that looked like 'lay on'. What? Lay on what? He gave her a bemused and puzzled look, before shaking his head and turning his attention to Faulkner.
"Yeah, Professor," he said, his voice falling easily back into its mellifluous charm as he tried to get the tense atmosphere in the cabin under control. "You've looked at Kayleigh and I...well, how about Annie?" Maybe she'd be intrigued enough by the possibility of having her future looked at to keep from crying.
ANSWER: Remus, Tonks...everything. Oh, and the poor, poor children's names. Albus Severus? HONESTLY.
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